Saturday, January 31, 2009

My Addictions...



I have been awarded the "Your blog is Fabulous" award by someone that I admire very much, Dawn, at Twisted Sister

Right now at this very second, I am having a CRS (can't remember s**t) moment. I think that my brain is dead from all this unpacking. I can't for the life of me remember how to link all the people together. Please forgive my absentmindedness.

Tah...Dah... A break through...I remember something at last!

Looks like I have remembered how to sorta function again. I will be fast because this may only be temporary.


What I would like to say about Dawn is that she is such a marvelous listener and that is what makes her so uniquely fabulous. She was given this award by none other than the Queen, Mimi Writes....... as well as other very deserving recipients. Dawn in turned passed this award to me. Though I am not sure why? She must know something I don't about myself.


I am suppose to list five of my addictions. But wait, I have so many to choose from? Mmmmm...where should I start. OK, here are my five addictions.



My Five Addictions:

1. I am addicted to this crazy, insane blogging. I sure did not see that coming
2. I am addicted to shoes. A girl can never have too many?
3. I am addicted to being organized, otherwise I could not find my shoes.
4. I am addicted to helping people. Who else is going to help if I don't
5. I am addicted to the outdoors. I would rather be outside any day than stuck inside.


So in turn I will pass this wonderful award on to five of my fellow bloggers that I think will enjoy this award and will want to share their addictions with us. Congrats to these bloggers!









Thursday, January 29, 2009

Help me...

Hey, does anyone know how I am suppose to change my email sign in with my blog? Do I have to start another blog? If any of you have experience with this any help would be appreciated. We are still on the old cablelynx, but I have a new email. Heck, I am so confused that I don't even make any sense.

Just like I CRS (can't remember s**t) about how to link a blog in a post. I think I have lost my mind in all this moving and unpacking. I hope to recover soon. I had trouble with Portrait of Words at Jeff's this month.

You know I am not proud, and will take all the help/advise you have. Son #1 does not know and son#2 doesn't blog. So do a kind favor for the elderly and help me before I loose my blog and can't log in. LOL...

Seriously, help me...
Thanks, Pam

Monday, January 26, 2009

Day Two From Hell

Today is Thursday and the movers pack and load the truck and will deliver to Waskom the next day. We spend the night in our travel trailer, the one which Hubs has been living in for over a year in the company's work yard. What an adventure to say the least! The cats spend the night in our new home, while the dogs are with us at the trailer. It is so bad that Hubs even gives me his bed and he sleeps in the bunk end. He is never that nice, but I will take his bed. Hubs is like a giant in this little trailer. It is made for short people like me, though I am even claustrophobic in this tiny little home on wheels. The yard is as bright as day at all times. FYI, a work yard is all gravel with security lights everywhere, lots of stacked up pipe, equipment, metal buildings, garbage dumpsters, Hubs travel trailer and it is not a pretty site! We survive the night. Whew!

Next morning Hubs goes to get more of our junk from old house with another trailer. Let's see... how can I word this politely. The cleaning lady is at my old house and still has my key to new home, I have no key... I am waiting for the movers to deliver. I mention it to Hubs the night before, but he swears I did not say a word. He drives all the way to Kilgore and I have to call him about the key! GREAT! Hubs is waiting for carpenter, the cleaning lady that is cleaning our old home and loading crap err... junk up from the storage building. He has to return to Waskom, I know he is so excited that he could SCREAM! All the while, I am waiting for the movers to deliver our stuff.

That was Friday. The movers unload our furniture and are gone in about three hours. OK, there are boxes everywhere! Most of Friday was a blur to me. Just lots of unpacking and thinking. Saturday is our big trip to the big city to Alltell, Home Depot, Sonic, Wally World and I can't remember where else, but it took us six hours to run errands. If I was ever going to leave, Saturday would have been the day. Hubs is working on all kinds of projects and his real job keeps calling him. He has to leave and he is mad because someone did not do their job correctly. He leaves in mad dash to work. I am ready to leave and go back to my old home. Hubs has a temper and I have just about seen and heard enough of it. So if I were going to leave this would be the day. May tomorrow be better. I can't find my camera connection to post photos, but will later. For today, we are still married...hahaha!

I guess you figured out that I am connected now! Yay! For a few days, I had no TV which is OK, but I really missed the Internet. Between unpacking, and finding my way around in the country, I will try to catch up on reading my blogs. Thanks you guys for all the nice support. It really helped.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Day One...

I return from Waskom with my best friend on Tuesday. When I arrive home, there is a message from the doctor's office for us to call them. They have moved his time up to noon and Hubs is a little perturbed because of the delay. We have to call them Wed. morning and see what the new changes are. I get up and call five times before I find anyone that knows anything about his procedure. They need to reschedule his endoscopy for Thursday. I tell them we are moving and that is impossible! So they schedule it for a week later. Now the day is looking some what better.


At least that is what I thought until everyone decided to show up all at once. I have never seen an eighteen wheeler back up my long driveway with such precision and not running off into the sunken yard. I watched in awe of this driver as he carefully backed up missing the trees, over head branches and the Crepe Myrtles that line the drive. The packers were here two hours earlier, and they ask me to pick them up some lunch, which I did. My cleaning lady comes and we are going to the new place to clean it. The realtor comes by for us to sign more papers. The electrician comes to install two GFI's in the bathroom. The carpenter calls to schedule installing new attic steps, the ones hubs fell through. I am loosing it at this very moment. I have to be at an appointment at two o'clock, which I finally have to cancel because there is no way I can leave the house and my hubs has not returned from his trip taking the rhino, tools, the new brush hog and the generator. How can we have so much stuff? I give my cleaning lady directions and the keys to the new house and they go without me. Finally, after all the chaos, I go and sit in my swing outside and play with my dog. I feel like I have been in a tornado. Tossed and turned in every direction.

That was my wonderful morning. My eyes leak tears. I have to hold it together. The four men packing us are so cool and funny. Maybe it is a southern thing, but you talk with these men and they understand that I am sad and tell me it will be alright. I guess they have seen it all. We talk about the inauguration and how excited we all were as Obama became President to how shy the President and Mrs. Obama look when they are dancing, or maybe it's they are tired. We talk about the President's MIL moving in with them. We find common threads that bonds us. We talk alot. These men are heaven sent. I am thankful.

The packers make such good time that they have started loading the truck. Oh my, the house looks so empty, there are echoes, and it is cold in here. What is happening? My home is turning into somebody else home. The cats and the dog know something is up and they are acting odd. How do they sense these things? So as I close this post tonight, I have survived my first day of moving. Nothing bothers Hubs, he has a plan. I finish gathering some of our favorite plants that we transplanted from his mother's yard years ago. It is important to keep a little part of his mother and father with us always.

I have run the gammet of emotions today. One of dearest friends comes by to pick up all of my floral supplies. I talk with her teen age daughter tonight and she tells me her mother tells her that she just realizes that we are actually moving. I have been in such a state of denial. My other friend calls to see how I am doing. She is leaving to help her father for a week and feels bad that she can't help me unpack my kitchen. I tell her that I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy! We laugh and she says it's not too late to not move! LOL! We laugh till we cry. My other dear friend came by to help and by the time she leaves, she is in tears. I am struggling. Hubs, no problem. He has a life in the new town and I now know two people there.

Today the movers will finish packing and loading, and Hubs and I will head to our new life. See you in a few days. Thank you all for the support and laughs. I know that it will all be fine. Just not sure that I believe it yet. I will get back to you later. Blessings.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

We are moving


The day is finally here. We will be moving Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. We have not found a wireless provider yet, so it may be awhile before I am back on the Internet. When we get settled in, I will be back. Chickie, please send some of your good thought beams our way as we will need it. Sometimes Saintly Nick and Dr. John and Betty and Jules any and all prayers are requested and will greatly be appreciated.


My hubs has taken care of so much of the work for the new home. He has handled everything from that end of the move. The carpets have been clean and stretched, the kitchen cleaned, the bathrooms cleaned, the utilities have been changed over, the locks re-keyed, the storage building delivered. So it looks like my husband has done his part on his end of the move. Thanks dear for all you do.


As for me, after we move, I have to come back and have my home cleaned and readied for the new owners. We still have to move the Rhino, the riding mover, the generator, hub's tools and my plants. So Raven and Akelamula please send Reiko to heal our poor backs. Dawn, Muse and Barbara please keep the music going because after this move, I am going to need it! Along with a lot of Martinis! You know I don't drink, but it would probably lower my stress level a bunch.

I told my acupuncturist that I felt nauseous, my hair is falling out, I wanted to throw up, felt like passing out and fainting, and was just this side short of a panic attack and he said you are just stressed. REALLY? So he is treating me for stress too. Rambling Woods, I am going to miss your bird photos, but when connected I will catch up. Barefoot Gardner keep taking those beautiful photos of your dogs. Sorry if I left anyone out. Just the ramblings of a crazy woman


My list has fifteen items, hubs list has five items. Don't forget my hub's endoscopy Wed at noon. I am at my last straw. And to our oldes son at the Road to nowhere, no you can't have all of our stuff!

I have to pack meds, clothes, cleaning products, guns, jewlery, and all the rest of the junk that the movers won't move. OK, I am feeling better now. Sorry for the moment of insaniety. Thanks for listening if you got this far. lol

We are going to need a really big truck! I hope I don't forget the dog and the cats. Remember, we have lived in Kilgore for twenty-six years and most of them in this home. So I am sure there will be a few tears here and there. I am leaking from my eyes. Blessings. Be sure to let me know what you are doing. I love my blog friends. Gee, I sound like this is my last transmission ever in the world. My hubs says probably a day or two before I am connected. That is good.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Portrait of Words























This is a monthly writing challenge from Jeff B at A Word In Edgewise . If you would like to participate just link back to Jeff B's or look in my sidebar.

http://http//sohe812.blogspot.com/

The Love of My Life.








They met in front of the Church Street Post Office. Irene was walking into the post office when John saw her struggling with her bag. Being the gentleman that he was, he offered her his assistance. Shyly, Irene accepted his help. John smiled as she thanked him. Not wanting to leave her, John quickly thought of the first thing that came to his mind. He ask if she would like to see a merry go round that he had bought and was repairing. Irene felt the same sense of familiarity and said yes that she would love to see it.









John hailed a taxi and helped Irene into it. Off they went to the warehouse a few miles a way. During their ride they talked even more about their lives. Their eyes glimmered with excitement. It was love at first sight. Neither had ever felt this way before and this feeling was new to Irene and John. What would they do next? They could hardly pull themselves apart. Irene thought of her Mother and worried what she would think of this random rendezvous with a total stranger?






Upon arrival, Irene was surprised to see the warehouse was a museum in the making. It was a completely restored Victorian town with shops, brick streets, lamp posts and even a life size horse drawn carriage and of course the carousel. The museum would be opening by the end of the month.






They walked through the warehouse when they came to the carousel. Irene smiled when she saw it, which made John laugh. Immediately, he knew that he was going to marry this beautiful woman. The hit it off and laughed together after John commented on her smile. As they talked, they realized that they had so much in common. They felt so comfortable as if they had known one another forever. John hoped his Mother would approve of Irene. Why did he care what his Mother thought anyway? But deep inside his heart, he knew he would have to go see his Mother. He had never been so impulsive before. John knew that life was short and that it passes too fast.









Irene had never seen anything so beautiful as the carousel. It was hand made and intricately carved with the most magnificent details. John had taken care to restore it to it's original beauty. He loved this carousel and could not wait for Irene to take a ride on it. The time flew by and before they knew it John said he had to take care of some business. Before he left, he ask Irene if he could have dinner with her and Irene gave him her address. He flagged a taxi for Irene and bid her farewell.






Irene had somewhere that she had to go too. She gathered some pink hydrangeas from her garden and set off for her visit. John stopped by the local florist and purchased a bouquet of pink roses and left in a hurry for his destination. It seems that both Irene and John had something very important to take care of before they met again. Excited, but apprehensive, they set about there journey with great intensity.








Quietly, Irene entered the gate and went to see her Mother. She lay the flowers down. It had been a while since she had come there. She had to do this before she could see John again. "Oh, Mother, I have met the most marvelous man." "I have never felt this way about anyone in my life." "What should I do?" Irene cried because she was sad and needed to talk with her Mother. Quietly, she sat still waiting for an answer.











As John arrived he looked for the large pink hydrangeas that his Mother loved. He hurriedly walked to reach his Mother. Upon arrival he sat down on the bench with the flowers.









"Hey Mother" John said. "It has been too long since I have seen you." "Mother, I have met this incredible young lady and I want to marry her!" He heard, "Son, do what your heart tells you to do." In a moment, he knew it was alright to ask for Irene's hand in marriage. That is exactly what he planned to do at dinner that night.






After visiting their loved ones, Irene and John started walking out the gate. A look of surprise came over one another. "John, what are you doing here?" ask Irene. John, shocked ask her the same question. "My mother is at rest here!" said Irene and "I just needed to spend some time with her." said Irene. John said "My mother is here as well. Oh my! Little did they know that both of their Mothers were buried at the same cemetery. Irene and John embraced. "So this was the business you had to take care of?" said Irene. "I am sorry darling, but yes it is." answered John.

My Mother meant everything to me and I just had to ask her if she approved of what I was going to do. "What are you going to do?"ask Irene. "Well, you see, I ... I ugh,"said John, "I know that we have just met and this may not be proper, but," John got down on his knee and in a sweet voice ask, "Irene, will you marry me?" "Of course I will marry you, dear!" This incredible story turned into a happy and loving marriage going on 65 years now.






















































Saturday, January 17, 2009

WORDZZLE #46






Next Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: tuna on rye, ghost hunters, I'm as corny as Kansas in August, sympathetic ear, science fiction, muffler, cavernous, giraffes, prospecting, paraphenalia



The men came into the little town of Prospect looking for a auto repair shop. The car's muffler had broken and they needed to get it fixed immediately. While waiting, they found a tiny little cafe called Nannie Faye's for lunch and to ask for directions to the mines. Nannie Faye came to their table and while they talked, she sensed they needed a sympathetic ear. So she sat down and they told her they were ghost hunters, hired by the city council to decide once and for all if these frightening visions the miners had seen were real or not.

It would seem that Nannie Faye had lived in Prospect for a long time and knew of all the rumors. She called it science fiction and said there was nothing to it but talk. Their orders were up and she returned with tuna on rye sandwiches for the men. Nannie Faye said " You know a lot of folks believe they have see giant giraffes in those mines. The men's eyes widened with excitement. "Please tell us more?" "Oh phooy!" she said. "OK, I 'll tell you what I know."

It all started late one August night when the moon was full and you could see everything. Some of the local miners had just finished their late shifts in that cavernous pit. Tired but filled with a little mischief, they decided to play a joke on the new hand. They ask Mike if he would like to go to the local tavern and raise a few beers. Off the headed to get drunk. After four hours in the bar, the headed home, but one of the men said he needed to go back to the mine to get his equipment and prospecting paraphenalia .
Mike was three sheets to the wind by now and could not make a coherent sentence. So he stayed in the truck while the others went into the office. Remember, Mike is drunk, the moon is full and the shadows do strange things in that pit. Mike dozed off and when he awoke, he was startled as he saw a giant giraffe coming towards him! He did not know what to think and sank down in the truck, all the while holding his breath and not moving an inch.

He whispered to himself, " I'm as corny as Kansas in August," and then the giant shadow came into the light. Whew, Mike was really scared, but when he opened his eyes he saw a huge yellow crane, he laughed at himself for imagining that was a giraffe. The men were laughing so hard at Mike! This was their ritual to welcome the new guy to the mines. Older miners had played it on them and now they were doing the same to Mike. Of course, Mike would have to endure lots of jokes at his expense. So you see that is how the rumors got started. Gossip went from house to house and the story got so strecthed that no one knew what the truth was.

The men curiously ask Nannie Faye how she new the truth? She said, "Well, that was my baby brother they played that trick on and if you don't want the same thing to happen to you , then you better get out of town." They paid their ticket, left a nice tip and went to get their car out of the shop. "That was quite a story! What are we going to tell the city council? You know that we have to investigate this hilarious story? Are you sure we want to do that?" Maybe not.



Mini Challenge: Key Lime Pie, porcupine, Library of Congress, fingernails, spell-bound


It is believed the Library of Congress list Key Lime pie as one of the first pies made in Key West. Long ago, limes were suppose to make you spell-bound from the taste of the lime. You used your fingernails to grate the skin of the lime or else porcupine quills.

Friday, January 16, 2009

How time flies when you're having fun!

To my darling husband. Thank you for always being here for me and loving me. I am so happy that we have made it so many years. Though some were hard and some years we had challenges, we always had one another to depend on for support and friendship. We may not always see eye to eye because you are a foot taller than me, but we have a love like no other. Seems like just yesterday that we met in Spanish class in college. What a life, and what an adventure we have had together, dear. Thank you for loving me. Love forever.




Waskom, Texas

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I went to visit my husband in the town where we are moving . Remember that I have seen this home for ten minutes. So we met with the realtor, signed some more papers and went to see the house again. We will have to find someone to thoroughly clean the house and shampoo the carpets.




For our anniversary, we are getting a barn! Ha! Ha! Just what I always wanted! It will be delivered tomorrow I hope.



It is not this big...

It is a 12x20 small barn...
and it is new...





For lunch, we went to the local catfish place to eat. Of course, we run into some friends and they join us for lunch. There are not many places to eat out. All of east Texas is pretty much oil field related so you see folks from all different places. That was great to see them. Before leaving, my husband kisses me, I say happy anniversary tomorrow, he laughs! He will be home tomorrow after the barn is delivered.



Next thing he wants is a tractor ...


Hey honey, I need some curtains for the new place... No!
Can you guess you can see where I am going
with this?
Hey honey, I need new bedroom furniture? No!
Hey honey, I need a deck? Yes!
I am just not asking the right questions!




Here's to thirty-seven years of marriage. Of course I will get what I want...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Not much to say

Yesterday morning was filled with inspectors that came and looked over our home. The bug man came for a termite inspection. Everything looks good so far on this end of the deal. There are a few things to fix, but minor.

I have not had any real thoughts as of late. My mind is just too tired right now. I have a head cold that just will not go away. The husband is handling things on the new property. Re-keying the locks, having the carpets and house cleaned, and finding a large barn/storage building for his stuff. I will be driving over there tomorrow to sign some papers, take a cashier's check for the sellers and then maybe go look at my soon to be new home. Remember, I have seen it once for about ten minutes and on line pictures.

Saturday, Jan17th is our thirty-seventh anniversary. Longer than our families thought we would ever make it. I am thankful that I still love him dearly and I think he likes me too! Next week the hubs is having a scope down his throat to rule out a few things. Then we will go from there. Just have to wait and see.

While I may not post, I always read my friends blogs. So I will write later on. Blessings.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Suzie, my yellow lab





Another picture of Suzie, my lab.




She is so very photographic. Don't you think?




She has a great pose for modeling? Say yes.




She is a big ham and loves the camera.

She has such a pretty smile. Say yes.

Monday, January 12, 2009

That Thank I I If

Monday Mimisms ~ What A Wacky Meme
from Mimi Writes....... by Mimi Lenox
Welcome to Monday morning! It is my firm belief that Great Blogs Think Alike. Here's a meme that is fun, requires little thought and doles out link love all at the same time. Perfect for a chilly Monday morning when all you wanna do is crawl back under the covers (like me) and you need one more cup of coffee to get all your brain cells firing. If you'd like to play along, feel free! I'll have French Vanilla in my coffee please......



*Start Copy* Rules:
1. Click on the blogs in your sidebar, follow list or blogroll 2. Find Sunday's post. (January 11) 3. Copy the FIRST SENTENCE, whatever it is. Exception: If it is a MEME, copy the ANSWER to the first question. If it is a picture or video with no caption, skip it.4. Place the sentences chronologically in a story on your blog. Link the first WORD of the sentence back to the blog and list the blogs you used at the bottom of the meme.5. Title your story using the first word of the first FIVE sentences.6. Tag the bloggers you borrowed from! Copy these rules and link back to me.















That Damn Cat has discovered catnip

























Thank you, sweet tiny baby Jesus who doesn’t possess
the motor necessary to grasp a pencil.


I never heard of Tim Tebow until today, but apparently he's a college football player best known for having "John 3:16" painted under his eyes during games and having a gf with gigantic fake boobs.






I have a lot on my plate this year as I become more interested in getting back into the proactive lifestyle.



If you haven't visited BJ Roan who writes on a blog she calls Serendipity, then I strongly encourage you to do so.

I have a serious thought for this blog, but first let's catch up.





Awhile back ago I touted about "Goose Island", but that soda is no longer at Target stores and I'm not able to find it.

I didn’t think I would have a photo as it has been mostly gray skies and we had another snow storm.









Steller’s eggs?









Sunday Snow Hi 28°F SO!




How well Do You Know John and Betty Contest".


Friday, January 9, 2009

Wordzzle #45


This week's writing challenge is from the very talented Raven at Views from Raven's nesthttp://http//ravensviews.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday-wordzzle-challenge-week-44.html Each week she post words or phrases and we are challenged to write a coherent paragraph or two.

Ten word challenge: we were born on the same day in the same hospital, weeping willow, two for one sale, highway robbery, burial ground, roll of paper towels, gospel singer, gallows, weirdo, volcano



We were born on the same day in the same hospital. Was that a coincidence? I don't think so, but on the day we were born something unusual happened that day. Every year from then on, the town of Weeping Willows held a huge celebration in our honor on the fourth of July. This little town was a quaint place full of unusual folks. A town where everyone knew all about you and who your family was and even your long lost relatives.

The fourth of July was fast approaching and the anticipation was rising. At the center of town we could see the red, white and blue banners hanging from the gallows. In days of old, cattle rustlers and horse thieves were hanged that way. It was considered highway robbery by folks and they did not much like it if some rustler came to town to steal. So punishment was final. The burial grounds were just down the road.

This day was full of celebration from sun up to sun down. Everybody participated in throwing this bash. The Brown sisters always made a double batch of chocolate brownies. We always had a big barbecue with lots of hot dogs and all the trimmings and of course Mr. Davis' home made home made ice cream with the milk from his dairy cows and eggs from his chickens

Miss Rhea, the town's baker, would do all the shopping for the celebration. She had gotten everything on her list except for a roll paper towels, which she would pick up in the morning because Mr. Pickett's Grocery had them on a two for one sale. She always made the most beautiful cake for the party with all different kinds of brightly colored flowers on it. We could not figure out why they celebrated. The girl, Claire, had to share her birthday with a silly boy named Robert. While Robert had to share the day with a bratty little girl named Claire. It was always the same thing for both of them. It was worth it because everyone had so much fun. They even had a gospel singer that played piano with the band.

This little town was a quaint place full of unusual folks. Some would call them weirdos, but we called them eccentric kind of like an erupting volcano. So when the town's matriarch, Mrs.Nina Fern, who was a little eccentric, got mad everyone jumped and did just what she said right then and now. They were not afraid of her but they jumped to help because they loved her dearly. The town of Weeping Willows' Mayor, Mr.Edward, was married to Mrs. Nina Fern and their grandchildren were twins, Claire and Robert.



Mini Challenge: Symbiosis, Sagging breasts, Navajo blanket, Frogmen, Who says I got no heart?

The Navajo Indians called the divers "frogmen" because they looked like frogs to the children. The women had sagging breasts from feeding their children. They were diving for the remains of the lost artifacts of their tribe. Chief Long feather was insulted because he did not understand the legalities of the foreigners, or what they were doing there. The diver was trying to explain that the artifacts might be affected by the symbiosis of algae and bacteria. But the Chief did not understand the diver.

The two men had words. The Chief called out in his native tongue to his tribesmen and they surrounded the frogmen immediately. Things got a little heated, then the Chief said "Who says I got no heart?" I have a very big heart. Feel my heart. "Yes, I see you have a big heart," replied the frogman. In an instance, the chief changed his demeanor and was pleased. Chief Long feather was so pleased because the frogmen found their artifacts. The divers ran tests on them and told the tribe that the artifacts were in good condition. The chief returned the favor by giving them a hand made Navajo blanket.




This week’s vanity wordzzle: tiger, false, camera, obsolete, velvet, novelty, timeless, contract, mellifluous, sandalwood, perfection, xylophone, topography


The topography of the land gave a false sense of distance and made it difficult for the musician and his tiger to get to the king's tent where he would play for a wedding. The mellifluous xylophone played a timeless song with great perfection as the smoldering trails of sandalwood incense perfumed the tent. The king's contract provided a novelty event for the king and his new bride as they would pose with the tiger laying on the purple velvet couch while the photographer captured the moment with an old obsolete camera.

























Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Just a little more cleaning











Caution...













MEN at work...



I LOVE MEN THAT CAN DUST...


AND




I love men that know how to really clean... REALLY, ReaLLy...




AND...


Men that really know how to vacuum...








Men that know...how to clean bathrooms...










Men that know how to fix things...








With their hands and tools...



MEN







I don't care how they are dressed just as long as they can clean...






And like to clean windows...










Did I mention...

WINDOWS...

AGAIN...




It is so easy for men to clean...






Please send me some men that like to clean...





CaN yOu TEll that I am TIRED of Cleaning?

FOR the Realtor...











































































































Monday, January 5, 2009

Van Gogh's Ear Award

Akelamula at Everything And Nothing has given me my first award. I wanted to pass it on to some of my favorite blogs. I hope you enjoy it!

Van Gogh's Ear?............
This is the Van Gogh's Ear Award as created by Roger of Idaho Photo This is what he wrote about the Van Gogh's Ear Award:"Every year I like to make up a award and hand it out to people that make a difference in the blogsphere. I like to make it a award for all to enjoy and pass out if one so wants to, I just ask if your going to give it out to link back to me as the creator of the Van Gogh's Ear Award.


"Inspiration of the Van Gogh's Ear Award"
You may know the story of Vincent Van Gogh a well known artist in history. Although a brilliant painter in his later years went quite insane he received the nickname of fou roux ("the redheaded madman"). The most bazaar of Vincent's behavior is when he cut off the lower part of his own left ear lobe, which he wrapped in newspaper and gave to a prostitute named Rachel in the local brothel, asking her to "keep this object carefully. After this he suffered recurrent bouts of mental illness, which led to his suicide July 29, 1890 he was 37 years old. His works of art are priceless.

"The point of this award"
We are all artist in are own way be it art, photography, writing, philosophy, comedy, blogging and we all go a little crazy sometimes. But if you ever feel so crazy to cut off your ear and give it to a prostitute 'Seek Help'!"Always remember you're unique.Just like everyone else. Storyteller. Well I'm not as mad as Van Gogh (yet) but I may be getting there so, before I do I'd like to pass it on to the following people, trying not to duplicate those who have already received it because there's quite a lot! Please accept this in the spirit in which it was given. Disclaimer: I do not think anyone is going to cut their ear off or off themselves.

Jeff B (A Word In Edgewise

Dr. John (Dr. John's Fortress)

Chickie (Skittering Thoughts)

Julie (The Life of a Media Diva)

Muse (XANADU)

Barbara (Writing from the Inside Out)




Please feel free to pass it on to your favourite bloggers mentioning the origin and the sentiments behind it please.







My Cats, my chair, the battle never ends


There is not any room for me to even sit. I have to sit on
the very edge.


Stinky and Bruno in my chair. I have to share
everything with them.


Stinky and Bruno. There is another chair across from mine,
but they want mine! Go figure.


Bruno is my companion at the computer. So many
mis-spelled words because he likes to sleep on the
keyboard.

Bruno giving me that look again? Why can't I have my own
blog, other cats do? No, no, no!









Saturday, January 3, 2009

The things we do that make no sense

This morning I thought we would start cleaning out some of the closets before the move. My husband cleaned out a lot of his old clothes and bagged them up, but he left some luggage in the floor. Then I started cleaning out my closet and was walking out of the bathroom with clothes in hand and dragging on the floor and much to my surprise, I tripped over the luggage. I guess I forgot that it was even there, since I could not see it. Down I went crashing into the wardrobe and to the wall. Ouch! That really hurt so much. Did I say yeoweh! Ouch! Ouchie! I could not even get up, so I am calling for my husband to come and help me.

Little did I know he was in the attic cleaning out stuff. He finally comes to my rescue and helps me up. Then I see the damage to the wardrobe. The door was split from top to bottom by then hinges. I hurt my knee, neck, head, shoulder and hand. All I can think about it how hard I have worked to get myself in better shape with my RA and I hope this does not set me back with my treatment, but I hurt so bad, I am sure it will be a setback. All I can say is don't get old folks.


After I recover, then my husband continues in the attic. He is bringing down boxes of old checks to burn and misses the wrung on the stairs and breaks the lower part of the ladder. Of course he is fine.

I am just about in tears from my acccident then I hear Doc say "Help me I have fallen and I can't get up!"He is teasing me about my fall. Well, this just brings me to the kitchen laughing so hard that I am crying. By then we are both laughing and I am just thinking that we are so old that I am glad we aren't moving ourselves. I fall about once every other week lately. Doc's comments about my falling turns to talk of getting me my own buzzer alarm and I am giving him this look.










personal safety alarm to wear around my neck? I don't think so!








What! I can't wait til I have to go up the stairs at the new home. I will probably fall up them!






That is how the morning went...




Then a friend calls me and ask me to take her to another town to pick up a bed and head board set. Because I have a pickup truck and I know she needs the help, off we go to pick up the bed. The man loads it in the truck and tied it down. Keep in mind that I drive a big truck and that I don't drive very well or back up or park this truck because it is so big. Of course, I can not turn my head because of the mishaps earlier that morning and my body hurts all over.






















Off we go about three miles at 40 mph and whoomp, thud, kersplat goes the mattress out of the truck on a busy road with merging traffic. There is a king size bed in the middle of two lane of traffic with a merge lane.




The bed is larger than this one




I pull over and let my friend and her daughter out of the truck to get the mattress and have to go and turn around. Thankfully, two men stopped and helped them carry the bed out of harms way. Then these two unlikely angels help load it in the truck and really tie it down good.



























Off we go again. This time much more secured than before and traveling at 40 mph. We do finally make it to her home. Of course no one is there to unload this big bed. After waiting for a while, the guys come home and unload the bed and head board into their house.


Then my friend says she will be out in a little bit to help me clean out my storage room. It is where I kept my floral supplies and vases, container, ribbons and all things floral related. I am giving her all of my things because she still caterers, makes cakes and does flowers. So we work until dark thirty. I am in so much pain right now that I can hardly move. We do make a big dent in my supplies. The rest of my stuff will go to our church garage sale.

So this is how I spent my day. When I picked my friend and her daughter up, I said to her teen- age daughter," Just think of the memories that we will make today!" We are always about making good memories. That was an understatement for sure! One day when I am even older, I can hear my friends daughter telling me about today and I probabley won't even remember it. We sure did make some memories.

A day with friends is always a great day!